One after another the six special Thunderbolts zoomed down upon the fw's.
The two fw's dived after him, but he soon eased away from them.
Faith, we never shall improve it so much as fw has done; sall we?
Sim had cut out one of the fw's but two others had joined the hunt, bent on finishing the Thunderbolt they had cut off.
As he laid over and made for it, one of the fw's knifed in and splattered him with lead.
They came down in a screaming dive and their first burst sent five fw's smoking to earth.
The fw's dropped in behind, unable to head him off, but the Me's came on like falcons trapping a homing pigeon.